Ep2: Taylor Needs a Master
From the Author: After some setup, this episode sees Taylor set out on a path the proves confusing. She is Queen Taylor but also delights in public humiliation. How does she resolve this contradiction? On her back, on her knees, with her mouth and her legs open. Taylor discovers a COMPULSION that begins to school her in the ways of a Fuck Toy and she begins to learn the difficult lessons that she cannot be a fuck toy on her own...she must have a master, but that is a lesson she must learn and this is the account of how she begins to comprehend that reality. Taylor is a Fuck Toy but that is her highest aspiration and that is yet beyond her. She needs much more training and that is to come and in coming she will find satisfaction. Please vote and leave Taylor comments. Regards, -C
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Taylor knew something was wrong immediately. She had a guilty conscience but it didn't create a throbbing heart in her head like in Poe's story, "The Tell Tale Heart". Her thoughts constantly twitched back to yesterday, to the green phallus inside her with its evil size and wicked motion, like a plastic Elvis flirting with her using the motion of his hips as her Grandmother once said, hissing about the evils of rock music. No, Taylor's nemesis was her vagina. She became weepy and moist whenever she thought about yesterday, tied, bound, fucked...by three cocks, three, one after the other, the feel of being full of Kam's cock! Whenever she thought of it, of him, of his cock hard, thrust deep inside her, she gushed. By second period, she'd changed her pad twice to keep her legs from streaking with her lush fluid. That wasn't enough, that wasn't all that told her something was deeply amiss.
Ky did.
Not in words, and that worried Taylor more than anything. When Ky didn't scream at someone, when she just glowered or worse, as she was with Taylor that Thursday before the March Adult Club Party on Friday, she ignored them and that meant she was planning something, something awful. In the years that she'd known Ky, Taylor had seen her really go after only two or three people, all female. Men didn't threaten her, they sought to use her and Ky found it a challenge to see who got the most use of whom in that equation. She won as often as she lost. She clearly enjoyed the game, win or lose. With women, it was different. If she got you in her sights, she shot you down. The latest was Sophia Robson. Sophia had an accent and was gorgeous, but stupid. She wasn't that good a dancer but she was on the dance team. She fucked up a routine at an October contest and by the end of December, she was gone. Not just off the team, gone, moved, disappeared from Swanson. Her family was still in town but Sophia had gone back to the old country, for all anyone knew. Ky was flippant about it and pleased to welcome Nicole as the replacement as the winter season wound down.
Nicole.
Nicole was blonde, bouncy, likable but not pushy. She had the sort of confidence that didn't require competition. She didn't compete, she won. She was good at everything, it seemed. Taylor saw it but knew she wasn't, because Nicole wasn't good at track. Dance, class, guys. But girls liked Nicole too. Her first impression of Nicole was of her flying through the air at dance practice her first day at Swanson in February. She did an impromptu gymnastics routine that wowed, when one of the other girls made a crack that she was too "hot" to have been a gymnast. No one made any comment like that again after she did a full kip flip in the air and landed without a twitch. She was a flier and was soon well integrated into their routines. It took her a few weeks to get them all right but she did so without struggling or complaining and by the end of the month, she was Mrs. Dougherty's darling, even adding a few flares to the routine that everyone loved.
It should have come as no surprise to Taylor that Ky invited Nicole to sit at the Queen's table that Thursday but it was the day after Taylor had fucked, or been fucked by Sunshine, then Kam, then David Carter, Ky's father, in Ky's house. The additional fact that Sunshine had brought Taylor to several boneshaking orgasms with Ky's vibrator hardly seemed a trespass worth mentioning against the back drop of the yards of actual cock that had been inside Taylor.
Inside Taylor...just those words in her head made her pussy go all mushy, weeping with the recollection. So when Ky appeared with Nicole and the two girls sat down on the bench across from Taylor and Ash, it felt like a rebuke but one Taylor dared not acknowledge. It began with Ky ignoring her in French class. Miss Francoise said Taylor spoke French like a Cajun, not a compliment coming from her. Usually Ky chattered in French and Taylor tried to keep up, one of the few points where their competition was utterly unbalanced and unequal. The other was physics which Taylor excelled at and Ky either struggled with or disdained as "unladylike", either of which caused the other and Taylor could not tell which was cause and which was effect.
Thursday, Ky was brutally silent. She didn't look at Taylor, didn't say "Bonjour" or anything. She just arrived, sat in her seat across the aisle from Taylor and stared at the front of the room. When Taylor spoke to her, she didn't deign to respond. Ash noticed immediately and when she spoke to Ky, Ky did respond, so it was personal to Taylor. Ash hated it when they fought, as they often did, petty squabbles that made everyone around them uncomfortable but fortunately, they both usually turned that dark energy into physical challenges met and answered, usually in dance practice but now that track was starting, on the oval track too.
Finally, after being so cold and so unresponsive, right at the end of French class, she turned to Taylor, eyes blazing and snarled, "Where is it? What did you do with it?"
Ash of course was mystified but Taylor knew immediately. Ky was referring to the green machine. Taylor groaned. That was why she accosted Kam in the hall between periods. He tried to walk right by her, not even acknowledging she spoke to him, speaking his name, at all.
"Kam! Kam, did you take the green thing?" Taylor finally asked in desperation. That stopped him. He turned and looked past her, his eyes fierce.
"Shut the fuck up, Taylor."
"Kam, listen, Ky is pissed at me. She says it's because I don't have the green thing but I...did you tell her? About us?"
Kam's eyes normally squinting a little anyway became slits, like murder holes in Sant'Angelo Castle. He seemed to stake Taylor with his eyes, but she wasn't sure because they were so tight, so tense but he did lean into her and in a very low but slow and distinct voice told her to shut up.
"Kam, did you...?"
"No." He shouldered past her. "Leave me alone."
Taylor's brief fantasy of seeing any affection in his eyes after having been inside her, shattered like a Waterford serving platter dropped on concrete. She stared at Kam walking away from her and she went cold, her stomach lurched and cramped, even as her pussy boiled and drooled. She had to go put a pad in her panties or she'd have glistened when she walked. She wished she'd have worn pantyhose to hide her predicament but she'd been in too much of a hurry that morning and went bare legged into the cold, cold day.
Then Ky appeared at lunch with Nicole, almost as though she had her arm around the blond girl's waist. She didn't, they weren't touching but they seemed to be in love. That's what Taylor thought to herself, a sour thought that made her skin crawl. Nicole was effervescent, and when she scattered some of her pixie dust in Taylor's direction, she felt it, delighted in it and then grumped because of it. Everyone liked, no, loved Nicole. She was like a female version of Sunshine...the thought caught in Taylor's brain. Her body reacted immediately with a fresh gush of juice between her legs but then she wondered if Sunshine included Nicole in his "Swanson seven". She couldn't remember if he'd actually said that but the phrase stuck in her brain as though he had. She got a little lift from being included in his collecting and then, of course, she was mooning over having him planted between her legs, pouring the coals to her and filling her with his cum.
Ky began chattering about Friday night.
